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When I think of solar punk, I think of my grandparents. I think there are many approaches and solutions to solar punk depending on where you live, the climate, rural or urban, land availability, budget and so on.

But for me, I remember my grandparents and I think it is crucial to gather the knowledge of our elders and let it feed into the new we create. Both were farmers and extremely resourceful. Long before my mother was born, and while our country was still under British rule, they had tried to live in the city as labourers. It was the modern thing to do in a colony, leave what was called the primitive life of huts, farming, animal herding and hunting behind and instead contributing to the colonial project. It goes without saying that this project was extremely racist that they were destined to be labourers for the rest of their lives. They both hated it.

In the city, my grandfather had done several manual jobs including working in an industrial bakery and working in a sausage factory, which lead to him never eating sausage again. My grandmother worked as a cook and housemaid for an Indian family (above Africans in the colonial construct) and found it demeaning. She had two miscarriages during this time.

It was then that they decided to turn their backs on the city and return to the village. For many this would have symbolized a step back, a step away from civilization, and it also meant a lot more hard work. But instead of living in a crowded, dirty slum (Africans were not permitted to live outside these slums), they got to build their own homes in an ancient tradition. Instead of breaking their backs for a demeaning overseer and paid pennies, they got to do whatever they wanted with the fruit of their labour. My grandfather immediately set up gardens which he cultivated with vegetables for sale back in the city. My grandmother followed suit and always made sure to make some money of her own. It was after this return that my mother was born.

The work was hard, but not any more or less than it would have been back in the city. In the village they were their own lords and weren‘t dependent on anyone else but themselves. It‘s where they were human and among those who saw them as such.

I think about this a lot and I think about how I could perhaps improve on their project. Find a way to build on what they left us. This is where I would love to continue, adding solar punk to the mix. Some people hate rural Africa, want to hide it and I get why, it‘s not nice to be reduced to it. But I love it, I see it as a chance, as something that can be cultivated and grown.

“THEY FLOODED THE SKY WITH LIGHT AND STOLE THE STARS FROM US” - Me on light pollution

Gotta make some art out of this…

sunlit forest clearing

I have been working on this piece for a while but now I finally got around to finishing it…

Stručná příručka k jihokyjovskému kroji s drobnohledem na kroj ratíškovský z 1. poloviny 19. století.

(A short guide to the folk dress from southern Kyjov region in the 1st half of the 19th century.)

Původně jsem chtěla nakreslit i kroj pracovní a především kroj zimní, ale to by mi už asi upadla ruka.

On their way to Jeju island…yes that’s exactly how it is

Cr: me

Tak ale tohle jste přehnali

sousedovy potvůrky

neighbours creatures

Original comic by Rasenth

Celá pětadvacítka!

- snažila jsem se je nakreslit co nejpřesněji dle popisů…

popisy Philipa, Iana a Svena jsem nenašla a mám pocit, že vzhled Jorta jsem si vymyslela

jeho popis by někde být měl, ale nemám ho zaznamenaný

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